The Fish in Wave, the Bird on Wing

The fish in wave

the bird on wing

God bade the wa­ters bear;

Each for our mor­tal body’s food

His gra­cious hands pre­pare.

But oth­er food

of rich­er cost

The im­mor­tal spir­it needs;

By faith it lives on ev­ery word

That from His mouth pro­ceeds.

Faith spring­ing from the blood of Christ

Has flowed o’er ev­ery land;

And sin­ners through the van­quished world

Bow down to its com­mand.

Its light the joy of Heav’n re­veals

To hearts made pure with­in;

And bids them seek by wor­thy deeds

Eternal crowns to win.

By faith the saints of old were strong

The li­on’s wrath to tame;

By faith they spurned the ty­rant’s threats

And scorned the rag­ing flame.

Lord

grant that we the path may tread

Whereon its light doth shine;

And ga­ther

as we on­ward go

The fruits of love di­vine.

O praise the Fa­ther; praise the Son

On whose most pre­cious blood

Rests all our faith; and praise to Him

Who with Them both is God.